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Wounded and down hearted I sit in wait for what, I did not know
The invitation was extended to no one in particular
I sat back in shadow and threw open my heart
Only exposing myself within a realm of surrealism
Touching and connecting with the very essence of other souls
Feeling every tear they shed as if it were my own
Reaching out from behind the safety zone to find a way out
Numb was the only feeling that came to surface in my reality
But here I can breathe sweet fresh air that seems so pure and clean
Where I can be who ever I want to be as if in a masquerade ball
The hypnotic dance pulled me trance fixed into another world
Awakening senses that long lay silent in a grave of despair
Like a honeybee skips from flower to flower extracting the sweetness
I hungrily engaged in exchanges with any one who craved my attention
Desperately searching hoping to enrich someone else as well as myself
Out of control addicted and high from all the energy transmitting
from
This appliance of science
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